Rupert and I took a long weekend to travel to the Isle of Arran for a camping holiday. It's a tiny little island - you can drive around the whole thing in a little over an hour. And yet, there are mountains, castles, standing stones, and a cave where Robert the Bruce supposedly hid. The weather was absolutely gorgeous as was the scenery (see the pics below!). However, the onslaught of biting gnats (called 'midgies') squashed any desire to stay longer than one night.
On the way back from Arran, we
drove through a small town called West Kilbride. 10 years ago, I came for the first time to Scotland. I stayed for a month in West Kilbride, doing construction work on a YWAM facility. This was my first ever trip out of the country, my first missions trip, and the beginning of a great many ideas and
dreams. It was in this quiet Scottish town, I had the first desire to go into full time
ministry. It was there I read a biography on Amy Carmichael, sparking my desire to go to India (which was fulfilled while I was at college). So on this trip back from Arran, we stopped by the YWAM facility just to walk down memory lane. I saw the fallen tree trunk that I used to sit on and journal for hours, the dining room where we tore out the floor and ceiling, the garage we used as a kitchen. So many memories, so many events that were so influential. It seems funny to think that a small trip like that for a 14-year-old could have such ramifications, but I have no doubt that it did. And how funny now to think that 10 years later, I've moved only 1 hour away
from this sleepy sea-side town. God has a funny of working things out!
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